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<title>NoMad MaN: Received</title>
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&nbsp;&nbsp;Complete calm is death.
~Pascal]]></description>
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<item>
<title>Overcome</title>
<link>http://www.synaptic.bc.ca/NoMadMaN/archives/2006/02/overcome.php</link>
<description>From the Art-Crawl Yahoo Group. I&apos;m not really sure how I got on this list, and the content doesn&apos;t really seem appropriate for the content. I think it&apos;s a hangover from Web Ring days. Nonetheless, every now and again Art-Crawl produces a gem like this one whic arrived under the subject, &quot;Inspiration of the Day.&quot;.



Overcome the angry by non-anger; 
overcome the wicked by goodness; 
overcome the miser by generosity; 
overcome the liar by truth. 
 
Dhammapada 223


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<dc:subject>Received</dc:subject>
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<item>
<title>Internal Peace</title>
<link>http://www.synaptic.bc.ca/NoMadMaN/archives/2005/08/internal_peace.php</link>
<description>Internal peace is an essential first step to achieving peace in the world.
How do you cultivate it? It&apos;s very simple. In the first place by
realizing clearly that all mankind is one, that human beings in
every country are members of one and the same family.&quot;
The Dalai Lama


http://www.flybynews.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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<dc:subject>Received</dc:subject>
<dc:date>2005-08-20T11:51:16-08:00</dc:date>
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<item>
<title>Flying on the wings of thought...</title>
<link>http://www.synaptic.bc.ca/NoMadMaN/archives/2005/07/flying_on_the_wings_of_thought.php</link>
<description>From a listserver I recently subscribed to...

&quot;Just as the heart beats in the darkness of the body,
so I, despite this cage, continue to beat with life.
Those who have no courage or honor consider
themselves free, but they are slaves. I am flying
on the wings of thought, and so, even in this cage,
I know a greater freedom.&quot;
-- Abdul Rahim Muslim
{2001 - 2004 was imprisoned at
Guantanamo Bay, Cuba by US}
&gt;-----------------------Flyby News--------------------====&gt;
News Fit to Transmit in the post Cassini flyby era
&gt;&gt; http://www.flybynews.com &gt;&gt;
-----------------------------------------------------------

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<dc:date>2005-07-27T23:16:12-08:00</dc:date>
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<item>
<title>FWD: Detroit vs. Silicon Valley</title>
<link>http://www.synaptic.bc.ca/NoMadMaN/archives/2004/01/fwd_detroit_vs_silicon_valley.php</link>
<description>
[Forwards rebooting]

&gt;-----Original Message-----
&gt;
&gt;When Silicon Valley wants to look good, it measures itself against
&gt;Detroit.  The comparison goes like this:  If automotive technology had   
&gt;kept pace with computer technology over the past few decades, you
&gt;would now be driving a V-32 instead of a V-8, and it would have a top 
&gt;speed of 10,000 miles per hour.  Or you could have an economy car that   
&gt;weighs 30 pounds and gets a thousand miles to a gallon of gas.  In 
&gt;either case the sticker price of a new car would be less than $50.      
&gt;In response to all this goading, Detroit grumbles:  
&gt;
&gt;Yes, but would you really want to drive a car that crashes twice a day?
&gt;

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<dc:date>2004-01-11T13:09:14-08:00</dc:date>
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<item>
<title>FW: Geronimoooooooo!</title>
<link>http://www.synaptic.bc.ca/NoMadMaN/archives/2004/01/fw_geronimoooooooo.php</link>
<description>
From: &quot;patrick jennings&quot; 
To: &quot;humour list&quot;
Sent: Tuesday, April 01, 1997 9:32 PM
Subject: [Fwd: FW: Geronimoooooooo!]


This is a definite candidate for the urban legends page...

[Forwards lost at sea]

&gt; -----Original Message-----
&gt; 
&gt; Earlier this year, the dazed crew of a Japanese Trawler were plucked
&gt; out of the Sea of Japan clinging to the wreckage of their sunken ship.
&gt; Their rescue, however, was followed by immediate imprisonment once
&gt; authorities questioned the sailors on their ship&apos;s loss.  To a man
&gt; they claimed
&gt; that a cow, falling out of a clear blue sky, had struck the trawler
&gt; amidships, shattering it&apos;s hull and sinking the vessel within minutes.
&gt; 
&gt; They remained in prison for several weeks, until the Russian Air Force
&gt; reluctantly informed Japanese authorities that the crew of one of its
&gt; cargo planes had apparently stolen a cow wandering at the edge of a
&gt; Siberian airfield, forced the cow into the plane&apos;s hold and hastily
&gt; taken
&gt; off for home.  Unprepared for live cargo, the Russian crew was
&gt; ill-equipped to manage a now rampaging cow within its hold.  To save
&gt; the aircraft and themselves, they shoved the animal out of the cargo
&gt; hold as they crossed the Sea of Japan at an altitude of 30,000 feet.

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<dc:date>2004-01-10T08:40:23-08:00</dc:date>
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<item>
<title>Chain mails that make you go, hmmm.</title>
<link>http://www.synaptic.bc.ca/NoMadMaN/archives/2004/01/chain_mails_that_make_you_go_hmmm.php</link>
<description>I got one of those chain mails in my inbox yesterday. They&apos;re always at least mildly annoying, but some of them are good for a personal moment. This one provides an opportunity to think on what&apos;s important in your life. Sort of folk psychology.
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;<![CDATA[
From: "Eva Bee" 
To: "Patrick"
Sent: Tuesday, January 06, 2004 12:53 PM
Subject: hoohoo


[snip]


--------- Forwarded Message ---------
The Dalai Lama said read it to see if it works for
you. Very 
interesting.

Just 4 questions and the answers will surprise you.
Do not cheat by
looking
up the answers. The mind is like a parachute, it
works best when it is
opened. This is fun to do, but you have to follow
the instructions very
closely. Do not cheat.

MAKE A WISH BEFORE BEGINNING THE TEST!!

A Warning! Answer the questions as you go along.
There are only four
questions and if you see them all before finishing,
you will not have
honest
results. Go down slowly and do each exercise as you
scroll down. Don't
look
ahead.. Get pencil and paper to write your answers
as you go along. You
will
need it at the end. This is an honest questionnaire
which will tell 
you a
lot about your true self.


PERSONALITY TEST:

Put the following 5 animals in the order of your
preference. Write down
the
animal names (not just the letter)

a. Cow
b. Tiger
c. Sheep
d. Horse
e. Pig

(Stop)

Write one word that describes each one of the
following:

Dog
Cat
Rat
Coffee
Sea

(Stop)

Think of someone (who also knows you and is
important to you) that you 
can
relate to the following colors (do not repeat your
answer twice. Name 
just
one person for each color.)

Yellow
Orange
Red
White
Green

(Stop)

Finally, write down your favorite number and your
favorite day of the
week.
(Stop)

Wish for something you REALLY WANT. Look at the
interpretations below:
(but
first before continuing, repeat your wish..)


----------------------------------------------------------------------

Item # 1: This will define your priorities in your
life.
Cow Signifies CAREER
Tiger Signifies PRIDE
Sheep Signifies LOVE
Horse Signifies FAMILY
Pig Signifies MONEY

Item # 2:
Your description of dog implies YOUR OWN
PERSONALITY.
Your description of cat implies the personality of
your PARTNER.
Your description of rat implies the personality of
your ENEMIES.
Your description of coffee is how you interpret SEX.
Your description of the Sea implies your own LIFE.

Item # 3:
Yellow: Someone you will never forget
Orange: Someone you consider your true friend
Red: Someone that you really love
White: Your twin soul
Green: Someone that you will remember for the rest
of your life

Item # 4:
You have to send this message to as many persons as
your favorite 
number
and
your wish will come true on the day that you put.
This is what the 
Dalai
Lama has said about the Millennium-just take a few
seconds to read it 
and
think.

Do not put away this message, the mantra will come
out from your hands 
in
the next 96 hours. You will have a very pleasant
surprise. This is 
true,
even if you are not superstitious. Please do this.
It is fascinating.

SEND THIS E-MAIL MANTRA TO AT LEAST FIVE PERSONS AND
LIFE WILL IMPROVE

0-4 persons: Your life will improve slightly
5-9 persons: Your life will improve to your liking
9-14 persons: You will have at least 5 surprises in
the next three 
weeks


My favourite number was 17, which makes for a rather large distribution. (Would I get extra surprises?)

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<title>FW: Proud to be Canadian!</title>
<link>http://www.synaptic.bc.ca/NoMadMaN/archives/2004/01/fw_proud_to_be_canadian.php</link>
<description>I have always been a Canadian, though, in a sense, it is my adopted country. My earliest memories are of Red Deer, Alberta, and Montreal, Quebec. However, before that I was born in West Germany, and shortly after those memories, my family moved to the United States, where I grew up, graduated high-school and attended a year of University. I didn&apos;t return to live in Canada until a few months after my 20th birthday. 

And the return has become permanent. In time I gave up my coveted US Green Card--an object I&apos;d fastidiously protected until my late 20&apos;s--without so much as batting an eye. I had long before that realised I was now living in a country that fit. Not to say Canada&apos;s perfect, but it&apos;s more suitable than all the other places I&apos;ve been.

Of late, the country of my birthright has been taking it on the chin from the country of my childhood. Raw deals on raw softwood. Mad cow hypocrisy. Salmon wars. And the whole with-us-or-against-us Iraq bit. Lest we forget that the best friends say yes when it is best to say yes, and no when it is best to say, no, regardless of what the other friend wishes, or demands. Like a hurt, angry friend sometimes does, our neighbour to the south has forgotten all the times Canadians have unflinchingly said yes. And it appears to not understand that, sometimes, the most courageous act of friendship is to say, I disagree; I cannot go along with that.
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----- Original Message ----- 
From: James Armstrong 
Sent: Monday, April 29, 2002 9:53 AM
Subject: Fwd: RE: Proud to be Canadian!


A friend forwarded this to me, I found it to be quite good, thought you might enjoy it and hey that&apos;s what the Internet is for!. - Jim 

____________ 
The maple leaves must be budding ? the following was forwarded by a British friend just today.

I was browsing an English broadsheet and came across this article.  I thought
I&apos;d relay it to you chaps, to let you know that Canadian efforts are not
going completed unnoticed in the rest of the world, outside of the US.  I
know that some of you are pretty enthusiastic armchair
historians/politicians, so this might be of interest.  Having spent a year
here, now, I can, to some extent, relate to this, even though, as you may
know, I&apos;m far from being a jingoistic flag waver...
 
*****************************************
 
LONDON - Until the deaths last week of four Canadian soldiers accidentally
killed by a U.S. warplane in Afghanistan, probably almost no one outside
their home country had been aware that Canadian troops were deployed in the
region. And as always, Canada will now bury its dead, just as the rest of
the world as always will forget its sacrifice, just as it always forgets
nearly everything Canada ever does.
 
It seems that Canada&apos;s historic mission is to come to the selfless aid both
of its friends and of complete strangers, and then, once the crisis is
over, to be well and truly ignored. Canada is the perpetual wallflower that
stands on the edge of the hall, waiting for someone to come and ask her for a
dance. A fire breaks out, she risks life and limb to rescue her fellow
dance-goers, and suffers serious injuries. But when the hall is repaired
and the dancing resumes, there is Canada, the wallflower still, while those
she
once helped glamorously cavort across the floor, blithely neglecting her
yet again.
 
That is the price Canada pays for sharing the North American continent with
the United States, and for being a selfless friend of Britain in two global
conflicts. For much of the 20th century, Canada was torn in two different
directions: It seemed to be a part of the old world, yet had an address in
the new one, and that divided identity ensured that it never fully got the
gratitude it deserved.
 
Yet its purely voluntary contribution to the cause of freedom in two world
wars was perhaps the greatest of any democracy. Almost 10% of Canada&apos;s
entire population of seven million people served in the armed forces during
the First World War, and nearly 60,000 died. The great Allied victories of
1918 were spearheaded by Canadian troops, perhaps the most capable soldiers
in the entire British order of battle.
 
Canada was repaid for its enormous sacrifice by downright neglect, its
unique contribution to victory being absorbed into the popular memory as
somehow or other the work of the &quot;British.&quot; The Second World War provided a
re-run. The Canadian navy began the war with a half dozen vessels, and
ended up policing nearly half of the Atlantic against U-boat attack.
 
More than 120 Canadian warships participated in the Normandy landings,
during which 15,000 Canadian soldiers went ashore on D-Day alone. Canada
finished the war with the third-largest navy and the fourth-largest air
force in the world.
 
The world thanked Canada with the same sublime indifference as it had the
previous time. Canadian participation in the war was acknowledged in film
only if it was necessary to give an American actor a part in a campaign in
which the United States had clearly not participated -- a touching
scrupulousness which, of course, Hollywood has since abandoned, as it has
any notion of a separate Canadian identity.
 
So it is a general rule that actors and filmmakers arriving in Hollywood
keep their nationality -- unless, that is, they are Canadian. Thus Mary
Pickford, Walter Huston, Donald Sutherland, Michael J. Fox, William
Shatner, Norman Jewison, David Cronenberg and Dan Aykroyd have in the popular
perception become American, and Christopher Plummer, British. It is as if,
in the very act of becoming famous, a Canadian ceases to be Canadian,
unless she is Margaret Atwood, who is as unshakably Canadian as a moose, or
Celine
Dion, for whom Canada has proved quite unable to find any takers.
 
Moreover, Canada is every bit as querulously alert to the achievements of
its sons and daughters as the rest of the world is completely unaware of
them. The Canadians proudly say of themselves -- and are unheard by anyone
else -- that 1% of the world&apos;s population has provided 10% of the world&apos;s
peacekeeping forces. Canadian soldiers in the past half century have been
the greatest peacekeepers on Earth -- in 39 missions on UN mandates, and
six on non-UN peacekeeping duties, from Vietnam to East Timor, from Sinai to
Bosnia.
 
Yet the only foreign engagement that has entered the popular non-Canadian
imagination was the sorry affair in Somalia, in which out-of-control
paratroopers murdered two Somali infiltrators. Their regiment was then
disbanded in disgrace -- a uniquely Canadian act of self-abasement for
which, naturally, the Canadians received no international credit.
 
So who today in the United States knows about the stoic and selfless
friendship its northern neighbour has given it in Afghanistan?
 
Rather like Cyrano de Bergerac, Canada repeatedly does honourable things
for honourable motives, but instead of being thanked for it, it remains
something of a figure of fun.
 
It is the Canadian way, for which Canadians should be proud, yet such
honour comes at a high cost.
 
This week, four more grieving Canadian families knew that cost all too
tragically well.

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<title>Behold the man!</title>
<link>http://www.synaptic.bc.ca/NoMadMaN/archives/2003/12/behold_the_man.php</link>
<description><![CDATA[I had just announced my Critical Texts for Critical Times page to the Mark Helprin listserver, not even two weeks after 9-11.  A few list members came back with excellent suggestions for additional texts. This one, unfortunately, didn't fit the page.


From: "Keith Morgan" 
To: [Helprin]
Sent: Thursday, September 20, 2001 7:53 AM
Subject: Re: [Helprin] Critical Texts for Critical Times


If, in an odd angle of the hutment,
A puppy laps the water from a can
Of flowers, and the drunk sergeant shaving
Whistles O Paradiso!--shall I say that man
Is not as men have said: a wolf to man?

The other murderers troop in yawning;
Three of them play Pitch, one sleeps, and one
Lies counting missions, lies there sweating
Till even his heart beats: One; One; One.
O murderers! . . . Still, this is how it's done:

This is a war . . . But since these play, before they die,
Like puppies with their puppy; since, a man,
I did as these have done, but did not die--
I will content the people as I can
And give up these to them: Behold the man!

I have suffered, in a dream, because of him,
Many things; for this last saviour, man,
I have lied as I lie now.  But what is lying?
Men wash their hands, in blood, as best they can:
I find no fault in this just man.

Eighth Air Force 
Randall Jarrell 


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<title>Re: Seeking Class of 79 GHS Alumni...</title>
<link>http://www.synaptic.bc.ca/NoMadMaN/archives/2003/12/re_seeking_class_of_79_ghs_alumni.php</link>
<description><![CDATA[I was part of the planning committee for my 20th high school reunion.  In an effort to track down AWOL classmates I sent out a rather broad and ill-advised mass email to addresses gleaned from several directories. Anything resembling a classmate's name.  Not everyone was receptive. I'll just let it unravel in reverse.

CAUTION: language!


&lt;grin&gt; Hey.  I deserved it!

Cheers,

Patrick.
    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

   patrick @            webbed @ http://www.synaptic.bc.ca


----- Original Message -----
From: abba jordan 
To: patrick
Sent: Sunday, May 16, 1999 7:53 PM
Subject: Re: Seeking Class of 79 GHS Alumni...


&gt; patrick ol' dog! thanks for writing! so what's the hap homeslice? is your
&gt; wife still fucking around with max? oh wait, you did know about that didn't
&gt; you? otherwise i'd look quite the fool now, wouldn't i?
&gt; of course i'm coming to the reunion, wouldn't miss it for the world, mofo!
&gt; i hope the crusty old dean won't be there. remember our senior prank,
&gt; filling his car with cream corn? that was a motherfuckin hooT!!
&gt; HELL YEA!
&gt; so what's the hap? i'm currently assignment editor with spice (the porno
&gt; channel - hell yes!!), but we have a special policy here - look but don't
&gt; touch. gotta respect the ladies, no? you're goddamn right we do! women of
&gt; the world take over, 'cause if you don't the world will come to an end.
&gt; except for your wife, you know. homewrecker.
&gt; oh, so what's your job? you're not one of those motherfucking spam folk, are
&gt; you? my other job is annoying the fuck out of them in return for the hell
&gt; they put innocent internet users through. KARMA WAILS!!!!!!!!!!
&gt; -abba jordan, grandmaster of guruness
&gt;
&gt; &gt;From: Patrick Jennings 
&gt; &gt;To: ROBERT PARTRIDGE...
&gt; &gt;Subject: Seeking Class of 79 GHS Alumni...
&gt; &gt;Date: Mon, 10 May 1999 19:44:23 -0700
&gt; &gt;
&gt; &gt;Howdy,
&gt; &gt;
&gt; &gt;If you're not a 1979 graduate of Gilford High School in New Hampshire,
&gt; &gt;and you don't know
&gt; &gt;anyone who is, please accept our apologies for cluttering your inbox.
&gt; &gt;No need to respond;
&gt; &gt;we won't send another message your way.
&gt; &gt;
&gt; &gt;If you are such an alumnus, or you know someone who is, please respond
&gt; &gt;to this message.
&gt; &gt;There's a reunion planned for August 21st, this summer.  Even if you
&gt; &gt;can't make it, we would
&gt; &gt;love to hear from you, and about you.
&gt; &gt;
&gt; &gt;Cheers,
&gt; &gt;
&gt; &gt;Patrick.


And after all that the search turned up not even one classmate.

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<title>Spherical Bastards</title>
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<description>Being in something of a writing slump for a long while I&apos;ve decided to remind myself I can write by wandering through my sent mail log. I&apos;ll post anything worthwhile to the blog.

I&apos;m also pretty fond of found stuff. Even better, clever things folks write to me.  Whatever&apos;s appropriate, or especially delicious, I&apos;ll post here as well.

Here&apos;s something I forwarded on to a number of friends, back in 97.


[Forwards not coming down to earth]

&gt; &gt;-----Original Message-----
&gt; &gt;&quot;We astronomers really can be spherical bastards,&quot; said one scientist.
&gt; &gt; Not having heard the term before, I leaned over and inquired what he
&gt; &gt; meant, &quot;Spherical bastard&quot; he repeated, &quot;a term left over from Edwin
&gt; &gt; Hubbble&apos;s day to describe a malcontent from any angle.&quot;
&gt; &gt;
&gt; &gt; - Eric J. Chaisson, &quot;The Hubble Wars&quot;
&gt; &gt;
&gt; &gt;


p.

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